"I chuckled. "Do you have a set in pink? He wears a men's medium." Oh, his boyfriend is going to love it."I grinned. "No boyfriend ... yet." Jamie's e...es grew wide."But," I added. "The day is still young."* *On Thursday night, we went to a Fetish club, Scars and Bruises. Therewere a lot of bondage disciples there, but there were a few of everystripe of alternative living. Gay men. Gay women. Bi men. Bi women.Trans. Chubby chases. Dwarf-lovers. Everyone.I led Jamie through the crowd, tugging on. Back outside there were all forms of police and sheriff deputies everywhere. State and federal detectives were questioning the three men sitting on the ground handcuffed. Sue and I went to the shop and used my phone to call an emergency board up company. I asked them if they cleaned up the broken glass and they said they did. They would be out within the hour.I looked at the time display on the phone. It was three thirty-five. There goes another night's sleep. I got out a big push broom, a. The woman is now sucking her partners cock and we have a great view. She looks over to my wife and invites her to join her but she says no, but to my surprise carries on watching rather than leaving. A few guys are now standing around stroking their erections in full view and the woman invites some over and starts to suck their cocks and my wife is fixated as she watches. I am now sporting a hard on and to my surprise my wife starts to stroke me. This seems to be an invitation to some guys to. "This was a standard ploy of hers. If he loved her and wanted her to be happy, he'd let her do whatever it was she was asking to do, at that moment. It very often worked, but not for the reasons she thought it was working."Mandy, I said no."She walked over to the large over stuffed chair that sat beside the fireplace and plopped down, pouting as she threw one leg over the arm. Her panties were cupping her pussy lips and they were screaming at him silently to come and wash them with his.